What struck me in particular, was how familiar it was. I've seen it first hand, yet not in a physical war. Is me. It's my family. It's every missionary in training and on the field.... especially there. It's in our churches some too.
What does it look like? How can you recognize it? It's a family just going through the motions just trying to survive- shell shocked. It's a mother falling apart and sobbing at random times. Seemingly rebellious children. It's sleepless nights, unexplained medical issues, tight tensions, dark days and darker nights. It's not wanting any more noise, people, nor discomforts.
I've read accounts of some missionary wives losing their minds, children who vow never to be missionaries, husbands lose heart and abandon hope.
We're living some of it.
It's a battle field. One you can't ever fully escape. Though He does give us rest in the midst of it all.
I don't mean to depress but to offer the same type of comfort that I get when I read the book of Job when I'm really struggling- it's a real comfort.
It does hurt. So cry. Cry out to the One that feels every minute detail and cares, and can help. Then pick up the pieces and give them to Him. He is a good God; trust Him. Let him finish the puzzle. Don't pull away from him but allow Him to pull you into His arms. Concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. Accomplish the small priorities that are immediately in front of you. Practice thankfulness. The every day. The common grace. The simple. Don't discount it,.
And rest and pray love your family. Pets are great for giving unconditional love when you need it the most. :)
And remember that life here on earth is short. It'll be over soon. Let's give Him all we have; He's worth it.
